The Witrum of the Marvel Universe

The two of them alone were no match for this group.

"Hahahaha, where did this brat come from? Die!" the gang leader sneered.

However, his smile vanished the next moment.

Countless bullets rained down on Leon, as if he had struck something indestructible, sparking a shower of sparks.

It wasn't the body that was crushed, but the bullets. When the bullets hit that body, they were either bounced off or burst from the inside due to the enormous pressure.

Leon lightly patted the gunpowder stains off his sleeve and commented, "A little itchy~"

Chapter 17 Bullseye

Daredevil was almost speechless with shock.

What kind of monster is this?

“Now it’s my turn!” Leon clenched his fist.

The gang leader, his face filled with terror, cried, "This guy's not human anymore! Get the heavy weapons ready!!!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!

Two gangsters, each carrying a rocket launcher, fired one at Leon.

"go with!"

Leon threw a punch, and the two rockets that had just been launched were immediately crushed into fragments in mid-air, causing a massive explosion.

That wasn't all. The pressure generated by just a casual punch created a terrifying trench 50 meters deep and 200 meters long in the ground.

The hundreds of gang members caught in the blast... didn't even have time to scream before they were vaporized...

Only scattered bone fragments can prove that they once existed.

"I've already held back enough, why are you still causing so much damage..."

Leon felt a headache coming on; he wondered if they would ask him for city maintenance fees.

Iron Fist stared at the scene, speechless for a long time.

The way Leon looked at him was like that of a monster, and he subconsciously took several steps back, his mouth twitching.

The outside world is too terrifying; he wants to return to Kunlun.

Daredevil covered his ears, feeling a wave of dizziness. Leon's punch had shut down his super senses.

"Monster! This guy is a monster!"

"Run! Run!!!"

"Let me go, I don't want to die!"

"Please, spare my life! I...I still have family waiting for me to come back, my beloved family!"

The remaining gang members were completely terrified by Leon's punch.

Just kidding, anyone who's not crazy would run away after seeing this.

The opponent is no longer on the same level of strength as them; they are no longer human!

Yes, disobeying Kingpin's orders could result in retribution.

That's better than being beaten to death right here!

Having witnessed the power of that punch, I know the only way to deal with this kind of guy is to use nuclear weapons.

The only thing they can do if they stay is deliver vegetables.

The gangsters, abandoning their weapons, begged for mercy and fled like flies.

Leon did not stop him.

In reality, he didn't want to kill so many people; otherwise, if his father found out, he would probably face his father's loving fist.

That was purely accidental; who knew his casual wave would have such power?

Although the gangsters had left, Hand members were still present.

These Hand ninjas, who can keep resurrecting, are not afraid of death.

Having been resurrected multiple times, their minds are filled only with killing and obeying orders, and they will not retreat until they have completed their mission to seize the dragon bone.

call out!

The sound of wind breaking suddenly came.

Leon reached out and loosely caught a javelin.

He looked in the direction of the attack and saw a man in a black and white combat uniform standing on a rooftop 50 meters away, with a bullseye pattern on his head.

He turned his head, and their eyes met in mid-air. Bullseye roared in fury, "No! How could you catch the projectile I threw! I'll kill you!"

“Crazy,” Leon said calmly.

He wasn't exaggerating; it's just that the smell of physiological hormones emitted by sick people is different from that of normal people.

Leon's exceptional sense of smell led him to determine that the man likely had a tumor in his brain, which explained his mental instability.

"That's Bullseye, Kingpin's number one henchman!"

At the same time as Leon, Daredevil also caught the scent of Bullseye. His expression turned ferocious as he said, "Leave this man to me. I'm going to kill him myself!"

Bullseye killed Daredevil's lover, which made Daredevil want to settle things completely with her.

"can."

Leon looked at Iron Fist, "Aren't you going to help your friend?"

"No, he wouldn't want my help."

“I’m going to stay and help you. The hand-to-hand combat is more dangerous than you think,” Iron Fist said, rubbing his hands together, two wisps of blue “qi” gathering on his fists.

Snap snap snap~

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful."

"It was worth the trip I made all the way from Africa, to meet such a person."

In the darkness, accompanied by the sound of applause, a black man in a white shirt and white hat emerged.

His white clothes made him appear even darker.

He extended an invitation to Leon, "Join us! Your power is enough to make you the sixth seat of the Hand, and we will share immortality with you!"

“Mortal life is so short, but by joining us, eternal life is within our grasp!” he said sincerely.

The Hand members around him gasped for breath upon hearing this.

That's the sixth seat of the Hand, the Eternal Life!

Iron Fist watched Leon nervously, shifting his feet slightly, anxiously worried that he might suddenly betray him.

After all, very few people can resist the allure of immortality.

Many important figures, even the President of the United States, dream of joining the Hand Society; they would be overjoyed to join simply by making a gesture.

However, when Leon looked at the "Witrum" bloodline on his panel again, his expression turned strange.

There are only Vitrum people who die in battle; I've never heard of a Vitrum person dying of old age.

Leon strongly suspects that the lifespan of the Vitrum people may be ridiculously high.

Furthermore, he also has a "death aversion" trait, which means he can't die even if he wants to, and he also has his mother, Atom Girl's, great resurrection ability as a backup.

So, to him, immortality seemed less tempting than a lollipop.

"Sorry, I refuse."

"Also, you're so ugly, you're disgusting to my eyes, so you can die!"

Panic crossed the dark face of the white ghost, Sovand.

He never expected that, as the fifth seat of the Hand, his personal invitation to someone to gain immortality would be rejected.

That's immortality!

This kid is not normal.

"Charge! Kill him!!"

Bai Gui's expression hardened, and he decided to strike first.

Hundreds of ninjas, clad in black and red ninja outfits, charged into battle the instant they received the order, wielding scythes and grappling hooks, fearlessly and recklessly.

"It's an immortal warrior from the Hand!"

Iron Fist shouted a warning, his hands gathering energy into a ball, and with a loud shout, he emitted a dazzling blue light wave.

The undead warriors who were hit all turned to ashes and disappeared.

But more undead warriors surged out from behind.

Undead Warriors are a special unit of the Hand. They can resurrect indefinitely as long as their Dragon Veins are not depleted; they are also immune to pain and have doubled strength.

Each one is comparable to a miniature superhuman.